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Coon (short for Raccoon), maybe 12 or 13 years old, female ♀

She was an old old stray cat, sterilized/neutered/desexed, who usually comes by twice a day to eat, drink and catch a snooze ... and to scratch on our blinds! Ohhh ... you should see the tatters she made of the bamboo blinds! We had to replace them a couple of times over the years after she had shredded them to pieces! ^^

We met her when we moved to our current home in 1998, and she was already a full-grown adult cat of maybe 3-5 years. Our relationship progressed very slooooowly over the years that she came by - she was too wary of humans. We had only got to the point where she came regularly for food and water, used the litter-tray that we maintained for her in the driveway/porch, slept in the cat-bed we set-up for her. Sometimes, she would reach out with one paw and pat our hand that had just served her food. But she would never allow us to pat her in return.

She died within months of this photo. She was one special lady.

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"That very first time I felt those well-worn paw-pads on my hand, I felt my eyes smart with tears. Subsequently, that still melted my heart each and every time. Then one day, she stopped coming. We knew that day would come, but it was still difficult, finding her bloated body in a drain in the neighbourhood."

Description
Coon (short for Raccoon), maybe 12 or 13 years old, female ♀

She was an old old stray cat, sterilized/neutered/desexed, who usually comes by twice a day to eat, drink and catch a snooze ... and to scratch on our blinds! Ohhh ... you should see the tatters she made of the bamboo blinds! We had to replace them a couple of times over the years after she had shredded them to pieces! ^^

We met her when we moved to our current home in 1998, and she was already a full-grown adult cat of maybe 3-5 years. Our relationship progressed very slooooowly over the years that she came by - she was too wary of humans. We had only got to the point where she came regularly for food and water, used the litter-tray that we maintained for her in the driveway/porch, slept in the cat-bed we set-up for her. Sometimes, she would reach out with one paw and pat our hand that had just served her food. But she would never allow us to pat her in return.

She died within months of this photo. She was one special lady.

In reply to ...

"That very first time I felt those well-worn paw-pads on my hand, I felt my eyes smart with tears. Subsequently, that still melted my heart each and every time. Then one day, she stopped coming. We knew that day would come, but it was still difficult, finding her bloated body in a drain in the neighbourhood."